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"What English was that? You had so many grammatical errors," asked Rosy, and suddenly Leo standing in front of everyone vanished like it never existed, leaving no traces. "Still not perfect," Leo said as he entered the room where everyone was present. "What was that? " Asked Rosy, to which Leo answered, "It's the new skill I learned while I was gaining power and level. I stumbled across a skill called Clone. It has various features, but to maximize its control and power, it has to level up. If not, the clone will not look proper, will act weird and sometimes speak weird, or there will be grammatical errors, as you just saw."

Clara face palmed and then looked at Blake two like an idiot. “Does cloning also come with a stupid mode? Did you not also say she was married? It would be like a virus; no, that is the wrong term, a cure that would spread through her into her husband or other lovers and travel from one person to another. I also believe they would all benefit from the cure, as they would not lose any strength that the Blood Lord had bestowed them through his bloodline, and only the hunger would diminish greatly.” Clara explained. “So they would still have to feed on blood?” Blake Two asked.

My thumb pressed on her clit, rubbing in firm circles while I kept sucking and licking. Clone One looked back at me over her shoulder, her eyes dark and full of lust. She leaned forward, her breasts dangling, and kissed me deeply. Our tongues tangled, sharing the taste of pussy from our mouths – Clone Two's on mine, my own on hers. It was messy, saliva mixing with juices, dripping down our chins. Clone Two's moans grew louder, her tongue working Clone One's clit as her body writhed under my fingers.

The doppelgängers wake. They're not mimics. They're *upgrades*. --- **The Perfections** The Kelly clone moves first, her static a controlled storm, her eyes glowing with the Arbor Prime's green light. "You're flawed. Let us fix you." The Hunter clone phases through solid matter, his roots razor-sharp. "You'll thank us later." The Kael clone aims a rifle forged from pure entropy. "Stand still. This'll sting." Veyra and I retreat, but the garden shifts, walls of thorns cutting off escape. The Custodian watches, bored. "This is why we use clean templates. Organics are so... *messy*."

Mummy’s voice was loud enough even to be heard on the other side of the phone. “No, nothing. She wants me to turn off the TV.” “Watching Kyunki...? Should I call later?” “No,no,no. That’s fine. It was just a repeat telecast. It’s over now. You know na, she has this peculiar habit of finding one or the other problem, when there is none.” She didn’t want Nisim to put down the phone. Not because the call clashes with her favourite TV soap, but because she wanted Mummy realize, that her deliberate attempts to brainwash her would not work with her.

“Kinda like that movie about that guy who needed more of himself? So he cloned himself, then the clone decided to clone himself. It was really funny. Anyway, doing that clone thing is probably illegal. Can’t have lots of the same someone all over the place. Imagine if one of them’s a killer, too. Do they all get charged?”

The clone's grip didn't loosen. "You can't win," it said calmly. "I am superior in every metric." "Maybe." Chaewon drove her elbow into the clone's temple—no effect. "But I'm human. And humans cheat." She grabbed the fire escape railing, used it as leverage, flipped them both over the edge. They fell. Three stories. Chaewon twisted mid-air, positioned the clone beneath her. They hit the ground. The clone's body absorbed most of the impact—but even enhanced bones had limits. Something cracked. Sparks flew from the circuitry under its skin.

“Yeah, too cliché.” “Too much jail time,” Lucy pitched in, turning both thumbs down. But Bella merely shrugged. “Or we could do that too.” I scowled at their instant rejection. “But isn’t shoving a rebound in his face also cliché?” “No way,” Bentley insisted. “Rebound hookups are timeless.” The other three nodded. “Classic.”

The Emotional Implosion: The Father’s Impossible Choice Julian grabbed a handheld terminal, his fingers flying across a keyboard made of light. "Clara, he’s a Trojan Horse! If he’s born, he’ll have the 'Architect’s Signature.' He’ll be able to rewrite the Reader’s reality! He’ll turn this entire world into his own personal Dictatorship of the Plot!"

If the script called for a dogfight, they would fly in predictable patterns. $$V_{script} = \int_{0}^{t} \frac{\text{Trope Density}}{\text{Human Spontaneity}} dt$$ "Dad, bank left, then do something completely illogical!" Leo yelled. "Sing a song! Tell a joke! Anything that wasn't in a 1940s movie!" Lucian didn't sing. Instead, he reached for the manual fire extinguisher, smashed the glass, and began spraying the foam directly into the glider's intake. It was a move so "un-cinematic" and chaotic that the Dilation Field sputtered.